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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.