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 Sierra Leone 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Oneida,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.