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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.