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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.