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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.