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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.