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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Inner City,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.