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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Nas,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.