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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.