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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Busters 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.