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 Chile 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.