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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.