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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The Litter,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
The Sound,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.