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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.