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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.