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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.