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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.