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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.