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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.