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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.