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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.