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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
UT,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.