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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.