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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.