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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.