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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.