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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.