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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.