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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.