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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.