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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.