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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.