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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Oblivians,
Swans,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.