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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.