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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.