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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.