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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Can,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.