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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.