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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.