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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.