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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey 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 crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.