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 Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 of Four. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.