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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
The Move,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.