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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.