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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.