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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.