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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Technova,
the Association,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Suicide,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.