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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.