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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.