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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.