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 and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Franke,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Index,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.