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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Can,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.