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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
X-101,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.