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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
the Swans,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.