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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Faust,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.