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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.