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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.