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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.