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 Malawi and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.