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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.