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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.