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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.