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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Japan,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.