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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Can,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.