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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.