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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.