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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.