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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.