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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Scion,
Skriet,
Qualms,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.