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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.