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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.