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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.