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 Serbia and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.