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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.