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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Audionom,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.