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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.