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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Television,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.