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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.