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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.