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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
the Slits,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.