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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Nas,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.