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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.