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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bologna and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.