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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.