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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.