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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
UT,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.