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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Visage,
Rapeman,
The Names,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.