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 Barbados and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.