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 France and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.