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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.