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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.