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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Gong,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.