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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Gong,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.