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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.