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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
PIL,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
June of 44,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.