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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.