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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.