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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
The Move,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.