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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.