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 Poland 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.