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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.