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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.