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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.