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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.