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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.