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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.