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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Index,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.