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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Monks,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.