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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.