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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.