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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys 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?
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.