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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.