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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.