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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.