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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
ABC,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.