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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.