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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.