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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.