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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.