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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Index,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.