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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.