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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gun Club 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.