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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.