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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.