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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls 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?
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
UT,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.