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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.