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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.