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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.