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 Armenia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.