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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
The Move,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.