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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.