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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.