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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.