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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.