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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.