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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.