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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.