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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.