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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.