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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.