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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.