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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.