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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.