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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.