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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.