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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.