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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.