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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.