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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.