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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Swans,
Section 25,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.