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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.