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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
The Move,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.