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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.