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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
the Slits,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.