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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Faust,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.