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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.