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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.