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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.