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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.