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 Armenia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
The Move,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
The Fall,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
CMW,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Ludus,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.