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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.