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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.