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 Israel 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.