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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.