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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Wire,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Zapp,
World's Most,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.