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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.