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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.