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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.