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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.