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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Fire Engines to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.