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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities 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?
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.