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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.