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 New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.