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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.