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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.