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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 CMW to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.