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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.