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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.