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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.