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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.