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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.