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 China 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.