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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.