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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
PIL,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.