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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Slave,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.