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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mars,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
X-102,
Ituana,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.