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 Luxembourg 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.