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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.