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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.