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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Can,
The Monks,
Brick,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.