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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.