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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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 Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Nas,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.