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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.