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 Belarus and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.