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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.