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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.