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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.