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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Organ,
Television,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.