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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.