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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.