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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.