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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.