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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.