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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Motorama,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.