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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.