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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.