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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.