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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.