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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.