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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.