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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.