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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Brick,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.