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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skaos to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.