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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.