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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.