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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.