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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.