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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.