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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.