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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.