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 Ghana and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Television,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.