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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Victims to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Aswad,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Faust,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.