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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.