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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.