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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.