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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.