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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.