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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Liliput,
MDC,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.