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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.