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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.