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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.