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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.