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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.