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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.