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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.