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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.