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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.