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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.