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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.