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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.