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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.