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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.