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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.