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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.