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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.