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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.