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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.