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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Organ,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.