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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.