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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 Quantec to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.