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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.