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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.