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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Hoover,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.