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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
MC5,
Ituana,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.