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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.