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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.