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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Ludus,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.