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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.