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 Austria 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.