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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.