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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.