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 France and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
The Names,
Darondo,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.