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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.