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 Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.