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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Monks to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.