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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.