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 Italy 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Mummies to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.