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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.