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 South and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.