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 Belize 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.