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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
the Swans,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.