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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.