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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Technova,
JFA,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.