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 India and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.