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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.