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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.