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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.