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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.