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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.