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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.