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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.