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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.