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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.