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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.