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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.