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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.