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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.