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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Ituana,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.