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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs 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 grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
ABC,
cv313,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.