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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.