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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.