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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.