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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.