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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.