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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.