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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.