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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Swans,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.