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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bronski Beat to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.