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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.