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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.