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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.