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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.