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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Names,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.