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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 Delhi and Portland.
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 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 Tomorrow 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.