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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.