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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.