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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.