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 France and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.