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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.