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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 AZ to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Technova,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.