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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Sonics to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.