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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.