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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.