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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 PIL to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.