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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.