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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.