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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Organ,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.