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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.