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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.