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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.