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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Paris and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.