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 United States and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.