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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.