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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Smog,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.