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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.