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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.