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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.