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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.