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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.