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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.