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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Evens,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Crime,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.