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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.