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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
cv313,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.