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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.