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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.