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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gories to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.