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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.