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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.