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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Wings,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.