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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.