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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Moebius,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.