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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.