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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.