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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.