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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.