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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.