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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.