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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.