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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
The Remains,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.