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 France and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.