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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.