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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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 Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.