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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.