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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.