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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Wings,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.