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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Smog,
Symarip,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.