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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.