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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.