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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
John Cale,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.