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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.