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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
DNA,
Pole,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.