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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.