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 France and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Scion,
Visage,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.