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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.