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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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.