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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Marmalade 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.