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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 snare 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s 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 Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.