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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
PIL,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.