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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.