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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.