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 Tonga 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
the Germs,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.