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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.