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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.