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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.