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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Technova,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.