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 El Salvador 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Ten City,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.