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 Slovenia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.