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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Slave 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.