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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Gong,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
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.