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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
The Evens,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.