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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.