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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.