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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.