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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.