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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.