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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.