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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.