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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.