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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Pole,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.