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 Antigua 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Fortunes,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.