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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Mandrill 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.