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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.