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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.