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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.