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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Nas,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.