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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Gong,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.