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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.