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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
cv313,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Can,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.