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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.