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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.