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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.