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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.