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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Scion,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.