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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.