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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.