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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.