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 Lebanon 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.