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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.