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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
UT,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.