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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.