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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Moebius,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.