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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.