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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.