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 Algeria and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.