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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
MC5,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.