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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.