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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
John Cale,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.