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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.