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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.