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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.