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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.