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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Smog,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.