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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.