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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.