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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
CMW,
Television,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.