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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.