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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.