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 Brunei 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.