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 Seychelles 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.