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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.