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 India and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.