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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Faust to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Scion,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.