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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Monolake,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.