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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tubeway Army 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.