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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.