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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.