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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.