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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.