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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.