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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
UT,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.