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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.