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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.