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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.