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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.