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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.