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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.