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 Comoros and from London.
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 Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.