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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.