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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.