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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.