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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Evens to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.