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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.