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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Slave,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Wings,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.