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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Mars,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.