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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
ABBA,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.