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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Wire,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.