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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Moebius,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.