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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Can,
the Association,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.