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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 cv313 to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Fear,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.