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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.