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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.