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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.