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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.