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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.