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 Dominican Republic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 the Swans to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.