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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.