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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats 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?
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.