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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.