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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.