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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.