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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.