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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.