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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.