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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Victims 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.