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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.