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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
The Residents,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
cv313,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.