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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.