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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.