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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.