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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.