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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.