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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.