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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Yazoo 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.