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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.