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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.