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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.