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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.