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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
CMW,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.