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 China and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.