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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
JFA,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
The Fall,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.