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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Magma,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.