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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.