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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.