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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Index,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.