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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.