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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.