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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Move,
New Order,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
UT,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.