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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.