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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim 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?
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.