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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.