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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.