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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.