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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.