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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.