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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.