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 China and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Wire,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.