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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.