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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.