Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.