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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.