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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.