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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.